The Distant Threshold

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The fog was thick. It tasted of iron. Elias sat in the car. The engine ticked. He watched the mist. It curled around the wheel. It smelled like old pennies. Like rust. Like the inside of a coffin. He was a detective. Or he had been. Now he was just a man in a wet suit. He drove through Millhaven. The town was small. It slept under the gray sky. The houses leaned together. They huddled for...

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